Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.